[ He should cry uncle, he knows, considering he’s not entirely sure how to get out of this hold, but— the way her breath gusts across his ear, ragged and sharp and shuddering, gives him pause. Is it better to try to keep things going to let her blow off more steam, or should he just throw in the towel?
His jaw clenches with that second of indecision, and— well, she’s not choking him, which means he has a little room to maneuver. Maybe if there were more of a risk of him blacking the fuck out, he would’ve surrendered, but he still has some juice in him, he thinks. He can go a little longer before he absolutely has to quit. And he’s always been good about thinking on his feet...
But he should yield. He should probably yield, right? He should definitely yield.
... Nah.
He grips her forearm with both hands and throws all of his weight forward, hoping to throw Gamora off-balance enough to loosen the hold. ]
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His jaw clenches with that second of indecision, and— well, she’s not choking him, which means he has a little room to maneuver. Maybe if there were more of a risk of him blacking the fuck out, he would’ve surrendered, but he still has some juice in him, he thinks. He can go a little longer before he absolutely has to quit. And he’s always been good about thinking on his feet...
But he should yield. He should probably yield, right? He should definitely yield.
... Nah.
He grips her forearm with both hands and throws all of his weight forward, hoping to throw Gamora off-balance enough to loosen the hold. ]